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As I ran to fetch my 8-millimeter projector, the phone rang.
    After the twelfth ring I snatched it up.
    “Well?” said Peg. “How come you stood there for twelve rings with your hand on the phone?” “God, women’s intuition.” “What’s up? Who disappeared? Who’s sleeping in Mama Bear’s bed? You haven’t called. If I were there, I’d throw you out of the house. It’s hard to do long distance but, get out!” “Okay.” That shot her through the chest.
    “Hold on,” she said, alarmed.
    “You said: Get out!” “Yes, but—” “Crumley’s waiting outside.” “Crumley!” she shrieked, “By the bowels of Christ! Crumley!?” “He’ll protect me, Peg.” “Against your panics? Can he mouth-to-mouth breathe those? Can he make sure you eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Lock you out of the refrigerator when you get too chunky? Does he make you change your underwear!?” “Peg!” And we both laughed just a little.

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